Please Read This from Pat!!
She was being normal
shoes polished
cooking meals
doing what she was
expected to do
Car pools
recycle
mashed potatoes
on a Saturday night
Normal, so very normal
until one day
she ends it all
with a bullet
while the kids were at school
But why? everyone cried.
I had no idea, said her husband.
Her mother placed a flower
on her grave
each wondering how they
had failed to know
her desperation
in a world gone mad
pretending to be normal.
More than 40 years ago
I heard this sad story
on the news.
I never forgot this woman.
How can we live together so
intimately yet be so
unaware of how another feels?
Let’s pay attention, friends, to
another’s pain; sit and listen when
they speak…care, share, love them
with open eyes and heart.
The Reluctant Poet 